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WHY ARE WE HERE? 



Are We Here For a 
Definite Duty? 



Free Rosicrucian Book Explains 




ANY A TIME have you not often 
wondered, "Why?" 

Why you are as you are, and others 
are doctors, lawyers, bankers, clerks, 
housewives, and so forth? 

Why some are prosperous and healthy, 
others in dire need? Why we are called 
equal, when such inequalities exist? 
Why are we permitted to make the 
; i stakes for which we must suffer penalties? Why God, 
Divinity, or our Creator, which ever term you are 
familiar with, permits us to make such errors? Why 
must we learn through first suffering from a mistake? 
Why are we not shown how to prevent the mistake? 
Why does God and nature mathematically and sys' 
natically decree the existence and manifestation of 
everything here on this plane, and still we do not 
ourselves, apparently know why we are here, on this 
earth plane? 

Why, if we aie here for a definite purpose or act, 

! o we not return again to be able to complete our duty 

d purpose on this plane? Perhaps we do. 

These questions the churches, universities, and science 

in general attempt to answer; but still there is much 

about these questions that causes the average person to 

ponder and he is left apparently without adequate 

information. Certainly someone must know the answer 

d reason why. 



AMORC, the International Rosicrucian Order, is 
composed of men and women interested in questions 
of this nature, in self'evolution, and in securing the 
logical answers to these questions. Therefore, they can 
show you how, to your satisfaction, you may secure the 
knowledge that lies behind the veil. They practiced 
alchemy, mental alchemy, and transmuted elementary 
principles into golden manifestations, they found the 
key to life and death, health and disease, failure and 
success, power and mastery. 



HELP US SPREAD THE GREAT LIGHT 
Rosicrucians are pledged to spread the Great Light 
in every possible way. It is truly a joy to help bring 
happiness, health, and prosperity into the lives of 
others. You may not know just how the Rosicrucians 
can aid you in your daily problems, but the way will 
be pointed out to you, and you will become one of 
the countless thousands in the world who shares the 
knowledge of this very old and honored fraternity. 



And now a new book — not for sale — but LOANED 
to sincere students who seek self'evolution, has been 
written by Sri. Ramatherio. It is called "The 
Secret Heritage." It contains the strange story of 
the Rosicrucians and their secret doctrines and shows 
HOW the absolutely sincere and worthy seeker of today 
MAY BECOME a true student and adept of the knowl' 
edge and attain such mastership as constitutes Rosicru' 
cian Power. Only the sincere, however, promising to 
give the matter careful thought and due consideration, 
should apply for the book. Send a letter stating your 
desire, and the book will be sent, postpaid, Address: 

Chief Librarian 

The Rosicrucians 

(AMORC) 

Rosicrucian Park ' San Jose, California 

(Remember, The Rosicrucians are NOT a religious organization.) 

PRINTED IN U. S. A. 



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WHY ARE WE HERE? 



Are We Here For a 
Definite Duty? 



Free Rosicrucian Book Explains 




ANY A TIME have you not often 
wondered, "Why?" 

Why you are as you are, and others 
are doctors, lawyers, bankers, clerks, 
housewives, and so forth? 

Why some are prosperous and healthy, 

others in dire need? Why we are called 

equal, when such inequalities exist? 

Why are we permitted to make the 

akes for which we must suffer penalties? Why God, 

Divinity, or our Creator, which ever term you are 

iliar with, permits us to make such errors? Why 

t we learn through first suffering from a mistake? 

y are we not shown how to prevent the mistake? 

Why does God and nature mathematically and sys' 

tematically decree the existence and manifestation of 

everything here on this plane, and still we do not 

ourselves, apparently know why we are here, on this 

earth plane? 

Vhy, if we aie here for a definite purpose or act, 

do we not return again to be able to complete our duty 

purpose on this plane? Perhaps we do. 

These questions the churches, universities, and science 

i general attempt to answer; but still there is much 

bout these questions that causes the average person to 

der and he is left apparently without adequate 

information. Certainly someone must know the answer 

and reason why. 



AMORC, the International Rosicrucian Order, is 
composed of men and women interested in questions 
of this nature, in self-evolution, and in securing the 
logical answers to these questions. Therefore, they can 
show you how, to your satisfaction, you may secure the 
knowledge that lies behind the veil. They practiced 
alchemy, mental alchemy, and transmuted elementary 
principles into golden manifestations, they found the 
key to life and death, health and disease, failure and 
success, power and mastery. 



HELP US SPREAD THE GREAT LIGHT 
Rosicrucians are pledged to spread the Great Light 
in every possible way. It is truly a joy to help bring 
happiness, health, and prosperity into the lives of 
others. You may not know just how the Rosicrucians 
can aid you in your daily problems, but the way will 
be pointed out to you, and you will become one of 
the countless thousands in the world who shares the 
knowledge of this very old and honored fraternity. 



And now a new book — not for sale — but LOANED 
to sincere students who seek self-evolution, has been 
written by Sri. Ramatherio. It is called "The 
Secret Heritage. " It contains the strange story of 
the Rosicrucians and their secret doctrines and shows 
HOW the absolutely sincere and worthy seeker of today 
MAY BECOME a true student and adept of the knowl- 
edge and attain such mastership as constitutes Rosicru- 
cian Power. Only the sincere, however, promising to 
give the matter careful thought and due consideration, 
should apply for the book. Send a letter stating your 
desire, and the book will be sent, postpaid, Address: 

Chief Librarian 

The Rosicrucians 

(AMORC) 

Rosicrucian Park - San Jose, California 

(Remember, The Rosicrucians are NOT a religious organization.) 

PRINTED IN U. S. A. 



QUATRAINS OF CHRIST 



O come and through the latter years let ring 
The golden song of faith, that echoing 

From Heaven's gate, shall flame adown the dark. 
And thrill crouched souls who have not learned to sing, 

II. 

Again a Star dawns in the Eastern sky, 
Again the startled shepherd lifts his cry, 

As waking from his midnight sleep, he sees 
The camels of the Wise Men sweeping by. 

III. 

The years have worked their measure of decay. 
Where is the inn or stable? Who can say, 

"This is the spot," or "There the very place 
Where Lord Christ came into the light of day?" 



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IV. 



No more chants Caiphas his vengeful song, 
And scattered to the wind is all the throng 

That clamored for Barabbas, only held 
In memory by reason of their wrong. 



The weak souled Pilate long has passed away, 
And Caesar, too, is now obstructive clay, 

Their mighty Rome forgotten save as theme 
To keep the grumbling schoolboy from his play. 



VI. 



But still the scent of frankincense and myrrh 
Steals down the centuries, and as it were 

But yesterday, so sweet and new it seems, 
Did blessed Mary bear the Harbinger. 

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VII. 

But yesterday that through the stable gloom 
An angel shape, with drooping pity's plume, 

Swept beaded anguish from the Virgin's brow 
That dewed sin-arid earth to vernal bloom. 

VIII. 

Of all Thy gracious gifts, O God Most High, 
The dearest of them all is this clear eye 

Of faith, with which we shrine the miracle 
Of far-off Bethlehem, and Time defy. 

IX. 

Aye bless us so, and let it never be 
Like tapestried romance men peer to see, 

Or some old song with meaning half-forgot, 
That drowsy children hear at grandsire's knee. 

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x. 



Always a sense of vividness — the thrill 
Of things intensely present — let us still 

Appreciate that human flesh and blood 
Were chosen to exemplify Thy will. 



XL 



Guard us from Habit's poppied charm, and let 
The lotus-laden flight of Time beget 

No faraway, faint half-rememberings, 
No flick'ring shadow or wan silhouette. 

XII. 

Shrink not, but draw in wide eyed courage near 
Each incident in all the Christ career — 

From birth to cross there were no veils or walls, 
And nearer makes it dearer and more clear. 



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XIII. 

O Virgin, were thine eyes all unafraid, 

Or didst thou shrink, sore startled and dismayed, 

When first thou felt the mystic thrill, and learned 
God's precious Burden had on thee been laid? 

XIV. 

Loud sang the golden-throated Cherubim, 
And all the wheeling hosts of Seraphim, 

Whose flashing pinions ermined humble thatch, 
And shot with fire the Heaven's sapphire rim. 

XV. 

What must have been thy happy, sweet amaze 
To see the sudden aureate halo blaze, 

And from the wide-flung gates of Paradise 
Hear mighty harmonies of joyous praise. 

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XVI. 

'Twere sweet if knowledge bridged the gap between 
Christ's manger cradle and that later scene — 

Companioned by the elders, gray and grim — 
Full blossomed youth in favor and in mien. 

XVII. 

Did laughter bubble as He leapt and ran? 
Was He as others ere His work began 

Of lifting from the World its dole of doubt, 
And making straight Salvation's tender plan? 

XVIII. 

Or was there hint of Pilate's fell decree, 
The lonely horror of Gethsemane, 
A prescience of thorny diadem, 
Or shadow from the hill of Calvary? 



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XIX. 



Did Mary's arms turn childish griefs to bliss? 
Or did His holy mission make Him miss 
The happiness of youth's abandonings, 
The magic solace of a mother's kiss? 



XX. 



For, given then the secret of those years, 

Long lapse of stripling days undamped with tears, 

I could come nearer to Him, and athrill, 
Be quit forever of my awes and fears. 



XXI. 



Nay, Lord, let this not give offense to Thee, 
For if a passion for sheer nearness be 

Aroused by those of earth, then how much more 
When Thou art loved in such superb degree. 



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XXII. 

Mere thought of Thee doth pour into my veins 
The leaping flame that burned the sullen stains 

Of sin from out the broidered Cloth of Life, 
And charred a hopeless world's repressive chains. 

XXIII. 

The marvel blaze that blinded raging Saul, 
And held black Herod's savage soul in thrall — 

That swept from Mary all her silks and shame 
And ashed the splendor of her onyxed hall. 

XXIV. 

How doth it rapture fancy and enchain 
Belief and love to marshal once again 

The huge, kaleidoscopic surge of men 
Who felt that flame and followed in His train. 

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xxv. 

Bethink you of this following! No part 

Gave all, nor class — as mountain torrents start 

In spring, they poured from palace, tent and cot, 
From sea and field, the desert and the mart. 

XXVI. 

Fierce Syrians, swart Punic chiefs, and bands 
From Ethiop, grim Romans who in many lands 

Had seen strange gods, Egyptians, fire-eyed Gauls, 
Pale Greeks, and nomads yellowed with far sands. 

XXVII. 

So hugely great the number, none can tell 
How many died in circus or in cell, 

For Him who was of their own day — and still 
We yield to Controversy's wasting spell! 



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XXVIII. 

"For Him who was of their own day!" Ah, there 
We have a sword, all reason-forged, to wear 

And wield in swirling splendor when against 
The Powers of the Dark we do and dare. 

XXIX. 

Its hilt star-studded by the mad array 

Of gems that ransomed Mary threw away, 

The flaming, far-flung jewels that were Saul's 
When stricken cities knew his ruthless sway. 

XXX. 

What witnesses ! And there was Pilate's wife 
Who pleaded for the Galilean's life, 

And tiger-hearted Herod, over-awed, 
Refused Christ Jesus to the headsman's knife. 



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XXXI. 

Lo, martyrs' blood cascades from ev'ry page 
Of history, and Nero's demon rage 

Still chills the heart — then shall our voices rise, 
And futile argument our minds engage? 

XXXII. 

As homing birds flee from the darkling West, 
As babes with thrusting lips seek mother breast, 

So do I turn to Thee, thou tender Christ, 
My tear-scorched eyes asmile, my doubts confessed. 

XXXIII. 

In loving Thee I seek not Logic's aid, 
Nor do I ever ask to have displayed 

Disrupted Science's close-written page, 
Filled with conjectures restless minds have made. 

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XXXIV. 

But listen to my heart, for as we see 
A child, locked in, leap up when it may be 
The watched-for loved one comes at last, 
So does it leap, O Lord, to welcome Thee. 

XXXV. 

Men sing of that they love, and have so sung 
In many ways since first the earth was young, 

So shall I then, in simple fashion, ease 
A heart by lack of full confession wrung. 

XXXVI. 

Simplicity! No other way is clear 

That may, at end of all, bring pilgrims near 

To Thee, O one white Flower swaying fair 
Amid the evil blooms of yester-year. 



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XXXVII. 

No worship where pale priestesses supine 
All bloodily adore some midnight shrine, 

No mystic murmurings or strangled scream, 
But gentle song, sweet words and flower shine. 

XXXVIII. 

Then must my flame-eyed muse now strip, abashed, 
Of flowing, purpled splendors, jewel-splashed, 
And take the narrow path in cooling white, 
Her hair the maiden's way, and lily sashed. 



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xxxix. 

Where Alexander's steel with all its stains? 
Attila's mace that crumbled haughty reigns? 

Alaric's lance or Soldan's scimetar? 
The Savior's fadeless palm alone remains. 

XL. 

O Prince of Peace, Thy argent temple yields 

Far richer spoils than e'er were brought on shields 

From sack of Lydian metropolis, 
Or plundering of prostrate Persia's fields. 

XLI. 

The ancient chains that weighed a people down, 
Oppression's dripping sword, the prison gown 

Of Opportunity, Injustice's red scourge, 
And Tyranny's once awe-inspiring crown. 



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XLII. 

And over all, like Paradisal snow, 

The great World Rose's petals drift and glow — 

The thorns turned pointless in Thy heart of hearts, 
The blossom for Thy children here below. 

XLIII. 

The wind that moaned an ancient pain away 
Was soothed of all its sobs and sick dismay — 

Thou gav'st new courage to the coward dawn 
And glad triumphant guidons to the day. 

XLIV. 

For fevered living, fret and pain the price, 
Until the oil of Thy dear sacrifice 

Assuaged, and smoothed a halcyon expanse 
To mirror the allure of Paradise. 



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XLV. 

What eye was dry, what heart by grief unswirled, 
Until Thy mystic might at Nain hurled 

Death's menace back upon itself and stilled 
The immemorial wailing of the world? 

XLVI. 

Mayhap, when Twilight's sombre hosts parade, 
That Terror's tears will hail the hasting Shade — 

Believe it ancient weakness of the flesh — 
My soul awaits Thy call all unafraid. 

XLVII. 

But will Thou not be tender of this fear, 
As mothers comfort when the dark is near, 

And while I huddle in the haunted gloom, 
Throw wide the gate, and let Thy light appear. 

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XLVIII. 

Is it too much to ask, or will Thy wrath 
Be kindled by the seeming doubt that hath 

Its base in dread? Ah, no, the dying thief 
Was fearful too, and Thou didst blaze his path. 

XLIX. 

And as I, kneeling, breathe my silent prayer, 
When weak of heart or weighted with despair, 

I think of how the faithful Simon once 
Did help Thee, weary Christ, Thy cross to bear. 



O cruel cross and Calvary's wild stress! 
A crown of thorns, a vacant tomb, the press 

Of traitor lips — what sorry gifts indeed 
To counterpoise eternal happiness! 

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LI. 



IBut it is done ! The strange exchange is made ! 
Salvation is for all, the price is paid — 

So let us, shriven and consoled, abide 
In meek acceptance of the gracious trade. 



LII. 



Not always laughing, nay, nor yet the tear, 
Not brazen forwardness nor shrinking fear, 

But aye serene in perfect confidence 
Of Triune love and mercy ever near. 

LIII. 

Full sad Thy life and blanched by frequent tears, 
But one finds not that anywhere appears 
Grim Melancholy as Thy chosen friend, 
Or sombre Gloom as master of Thy years. 

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LIV. 

So let us never be afraid to rise 

In firm aloofness from among the eyes 

That shut to light and beauty, and all blind, 
Invoke an austere Christ with sobs and sighs. 

LV. 

Full oft must Thou have paused in greening vale, 
And, seeing soul-white blossoms grow less pale 

Beneath a young sun's shy caress, thrilled deep, 
And prayed of God that loveliness prevail. 

LVI. 

Earth heard and hid her scars at Thy command, 
Threw viny mantles o'er the unrich land, 

Flung flowers to the waste, and palms and springs 
Companioned to redeem the desert's sand. 

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LVII. 

And — love exquisite! — Thou hast last the rose, 
The swaying fragrance of the garden close, 
Stand forth as fair, renewing monuments, 
To mark where clean hearts find a brief repose. 

LVIII. 

Nay, Nazarene, Thou art the soul and source 
Of all true joy. I will myself divorce 

From gloom, and Death shall hear a happy song 
When he shall reach me in his sombre course. 

LIX. 

Ah, sweet the world since to Thy tender breast 
Thou gathered all that darkened and oppressed, 

And leaving naught but beauty and delight, 
Pursued Thy way to Calvary's sad rest. 



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LX. 



What madness then to seek what He hath ta'en, 
To lift the cup of bitter wine and drain 

Its dregs, or grope to find the crown of thorns, 
All drunkenly infatuate with pain. 

LXI. 

Dear Jesu, never let me be afraid 

To sing my love in lilting strain, nor swayed 

By such as have no heart for happiness, 
And build their altars in Golgotha's shade. 

LXIL 

*Tis good to read the written tale of those 

Who shared His triumphs and condoled His woes, 

And mark the dauntlessness of their intent 
To soothe the rigor of an early prose. 



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LXIII. 

What better if their words fell soft as lace 
On silken breasts? Or that they had the grace 

Of sylvan silhouettes? The homely mesh 
Does but enhance Truth's never-changing face. 

LXIV. 

As mother countries send a guarded fire 
To light a new land's altars, O Desire 

Of all the World, flame in sad souls a flare 
Of faith from off Thy Pentecostal pyre. 



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LXV. 

Let fools with much pretense of wisdom scout 
The News, and wag their heads in owlish doubt 

Of great Jehovah's all-embracing scheme 
Because there is a Door they stand without. 

LXVI. 

Content are we, the children of His hand, 
To watch and wait, nor blatantly demand, 

Assured that in God's own good time He will 
Unlock the Door, and let us understand. 

LXVII. 

With all the wonder of the world before 

Our eyes, His love unfolding more and more, 

Shall we not grasp the Miracle of Life, 
Ere thronging fierce and clamant at the Door? 



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LXVIII. 

I have no gift to see beyond the years, 
But when repentance came with helpful tears 
Dear Faith accompanied, and has remained 
To guard my soul against recurring fears. 

LXIX. 

Too much of rain may fall and rot the vine, 

A drought burn bare the field, the first born pine, 

Disaster raze the House of Happiness — 
Small things to match against the Plan divine. 

LXX. 

When sleeps the trusting soul in sweet content, 
Faith marshaling its dreams, and all unrent 

By warring doubts and mad unrests, then why 
Awake and plunge it into vain ferment? 



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LXXI. 

Chaos first reigned. Did star call unto star, 
The seas select their beds, and from afar 

The worlds assemble to assign their swings, 
Or did a Master place them as they are? 

LXXII. 

And if 'twas God that entered brooding Space, 
And gave to everything a plan and place, 

Was it a childish game He stooped to play, 
And, having played, then turned away His face? 

LXXIII. 

The queenly seasons, flashingly arrayed, 
In tuneful, circumstantial pomp parade, 

And on the carpet-stretch of splendid days, 
The varied wonders of the world are laid. 

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LXXIV. 

The singing soul's insistent, yearning strain 
Tells immortality, yet are there vain 

And insolent demands for guarantee 
That we shall come to live and love again. 

LXXV. 

'Tis of His wisdom that He does not set 
Ungrateful doubts at rest, else would we let 

Mad passions loose, and scornful of this life, 
Give over to neglect and evil fret. 

LXXVI. 

Think you that He who wakes the vernal seed 
From where it sleeps with death beneath the mead, 

Will coldly let His imaged children sink 
To nothingness, and pay no further heed? 



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LXXVII. 

Today will Yesterday's rare rose entomb, 
Ah, yes, but where a hint of final doom ? 

Some rest, the trumpet call, a judgment passed, 
And then Tomorrow's new and richer bloom. 

LXXVIII. 

What mad pretense it is that fails to hear 
The symphony of suns, and shuts the ear 

When through the joyous lilt of growing things, 
The testimony of the sea comes clear. 

LXXIX. 

Look to the singing seed and sap. The whole 
Of nature races to an unseen goal, 

Where God, the Master of the Games, hath hung 
The high incentive of a human soul. 



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LXXX. 

I know that many are the tales they tell 
Of fearful flames in an enduring hell, 
But ever have they failed to terrify, 
So powerful Creation's tender spell. 

LXXXI. 

The Hand that wrought with such a sure intent, 
And half of Heaven's hoarded beauty spent 

Upon the world, could never clench to strike, 
Or hurl a sightless soul to punishment. 

LXXXII. 

The message of a day is altered by 
The thoughts of those that pass it on, then why 
Assume God's word uncolored and unchanged 
By all His messengers since Sinai? 



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LXXXIII. 

By paths of peril, agony and shame, 

Past coupled menaces of sword and flame, 

Through wolf-fanged centuries that howled their 
hate — 
'Twas in such way the holy message came. 

LXXXIV. 

Great souls who suffered silently, and yet 
What blame to them if all the hate they met 

Bit passion deep, and charged their carried words 
With less of gentleness and more of threat? 

LXXXV. 

But let it pass. This night a moon shall rise 
To paint a pledge of peace upon the skies, 

And with the splendor of the morning come 
A reassuring sun to kiss our eyes. 

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LXXXVI. 

Eolian Ariels shall gaily spill 

Earth's chaliced charm, and quickened by the shrill 

Sweet bugles of the dawn, sweep swiftly on 
To fret the frondage of the dreaming hill. 

LXXXVII. 

And ere the burning noon shall faint and fail 
A joy-mad lark shall brave the higher gale 

To sing his love, and jealously efface 
The echoed mem'ries of the nightingale. 

LXXXVIII. 

O World of beauty ! World of charm ! Where naught 
Is left to vagrant chance, or ever brought 
To drear misuse by want of tenderness, 
Or e'er a second's lack of loving thought. 



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LXXXIX. 

Lord, dost offend, this simple, hackneyed strain 
In pointed praise of that which should be plain- 
This poor attempt to garland crumbling phrase, 
Somewhat of charm and newness to attain? 



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XC. 



O let me take the world's old worn-out tongue 
And crush it to the vague from which it sprung, 

Then fashion from the inarticulate, 
New songs to vary those that have been sung. 

XCI. 

Yet is it not the singer nor the song, 
But faith alone, so Ignorance's long 

Monotonies may vie with jeweled psalm, 
And echo in Thine ear as clear and strong? 



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xcn. 

Full oft from out the pleasure groves that lie 
About the Vineyard comes the taunting cry, 

"Why toil ye through the pleasant days, O Fools? 
Hast ever yet beheld the Master's eye?" 

XCIII. 

Ah, sweet the luring shade at noontide's heat, 
With garland-weaving Phyllis near, and sweet 

The lulling song, the heart-compelling pipe, 
The rythmic twinkling of the dancers' feet. 

XCIV. 

They chant the sun, the rose ; and dreamy-eyed, 
Sing sultans, beauty, wine, the pomp and pride 
That ever tends on Pleasure's golden court, 
Till simple Faith seems very poor beside. 



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xcv. 

And soft as flower-petals Chloe's breast, 
Its creamy charm alluringly confessed — 

Aye, soft as blossoms in a prince's keep, 
Slave-watched, and by Hyblean winds caressed. 

XCVI. 

But night descends and ends the dream, 
The piping fails, the song becomes a scream, 
Poor Chloe's breast is cold, the roses droop, 
And Phyllis whimpers by the darkling stream. 

XCVII. 

The night that frightens idlers brings me peace, 
The dusk that scatters them marks my release, 

And so throughout the day I toil content, 
Until the twilight's signal of surcease. 

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xcvm. 

The Vineyard hath its heat and hurt, and thin 
My cheeks with tears, but what a goal to win, 

And there are Jordan's banks all soft with shade, 
And Kedron's flow to lave the body in. 

XCIX. 

'Tis written so upon the world's great crest, 
A million things in Nature all attest 

A perfect law of balance which makes clear 
That only those who work shall know His rest. 



C. 



Sin may with gorgeousness conceal its dole, 
And gloriously garb the body's whole 

In dream-born tissues soft as Circe's lips, 
But only faith can ornament the soul. 



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ci. 



A finer savor has the beaded brine 

That drops from brow to lip than all the wine, 

And dearer far the laurel's sober leaves 
Than gaily flaunting garlands from the vine. 



CII. 



So toil, ye faithful, ever toil, nor yet 
The ends and purposes of toil forget, 

But through the day of honest effort send 
A look of love to where God's throne is set. 

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For some, eyes hard upon the little place 
They plot and potter in, ne'er raise a face, 
Until Death's heavy hand arouses them 
To cringe before an undreamt, greater space. 

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civ. 

The Pearl of Peace cannot be bought by strands 
Of gems, or treasure gathered from far lands — 

Remember Simon Magus failed to buy 
God's gift from Philip of the Blessed Hands. 



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Salvation has no price, but all must ask 

Who would receive the boon, nor wear a mask 

To shield the shame and evil in their eyes, 
And hide a face unbronzed by worthy task. 

CVI. 

"We are what God has made us" is the cry 
Of greatest vogue — the fool's excuse, the sigh 
Of those who dwell in weakness, or the call 
Of reckless souls who openly defy. 

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CVII. 

A sorry subterfuge, and all in vain, 
As when the leper leaves his cavern, fain 
To be as others for a space, and seeks 
A mantle for his pestilential pain. 

CVIII. 

God gave us mind and will ; we are the free 
Unfettered masters of our destiny, 

And not as He did make us will He judge, 
But as His Word has meant that we should be. 

CIX. 

Success in myriad degree and grade 
Will gather there, but be ye unafraid, 

For He hath witnessed all, and will reward 
Not by exploits, but by the effort made. 

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The fevered throng infrequently condoles 
With effort-filled defeat, and often aureoles 

Unfair success, but God's dear mercy makes 
All well within the Marketplace of Souls. 

CXI. 

God's mercy! 'Tis the level where agree 
The rich, the poor, the fettered and the free, 

And where the slave's entreaty rings as clear 
As some imposing Sultan's haughty plea. 

CXII. 

God's marketplace ! Where subtly swift and strange 
The values of this sorry world all change, 

So that the widow's mite will buy e'en more 
Than all the wealth of Ophir's golden range. 



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Strange, then, that with it all so clear and straight 
There should be argument, high-pitched debate, 

Dark misconceptions bred in angry hearts, 
And swirling mists of controversial hate. 

CXIV. 

Thus, awe-struck and afraid, some fear God's grace, 
And, crouching, cringing, franticly abase 

Themselves, while others scorn the bended knee. 
And harden eyes to look Him in the face. 

cxv. 

I fear Him not, nor Judgment Day's ordeal, 
For He is good and just ; but ever kneel, 

Not in servility, but as a sign 
Of all the love and gratitude I feel. 



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cxvi. 

He moulded suns, and fashioned seas and land, 
He gave us life, and with His mighty hand 
Arched Heaven over all, then sent a Son 
To consummate the scheme His love had planned. 

CXVII. 

A Son all reft of princely circumstance, 
Those glories that the kingly lot enhance, 

And sent along the way of sacrifice, 
A path that took no heed of change or chance. 

CXVIII. 

And that the humblest might not miss the clue, 
Denied the royal birth that was His due, 

Delivered by a Virgin in the dark, 
Her bed of pain the straw the cattle knew. 

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Strange, then, that with this beauty all about 
The shining path that points the one way out, 

There should be unrequited wanderings — 
Allurement in the sterile fields of Doubt. 

cxx. 

What midnight madness not to understand, 
To flee the happiness divinely planned, 

And in some tangle mow a matted head, 
And boast escape from Mercy's reaching hand. 

CXXI. 

And strange that sons of Thomas still abide 
With us on earth, and still the truth deride, 

Because they cannot grasp His nail-torn hands 
And see the blood gush from His pierced side. 



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CXXII. 

O shame of shames ! The Wise Men saw on high 
God's guiding Star gleam in the Eastern Sky, 

And straightway journeyed forth across the world, 
With ne'er a question asked of Where or Why. 

CXXIII. 

Thy place within the Heavens ever hold, 
O Blessed Star, and like those men of old 

May we have faith and hope to follow on, 
And at our Journey's end the Christ behold. 



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